Saturday, November 5, 2016

She is a corporate accountant. Her life is full of structure, routine, and organization. Settled, comfortable, and content, Caroline Milton loves knowing what to expect every minute of every day. More importantly, she loves knowing her life is what she pictures it to be and not what she came from.
He is the Catawba Hellions VP and a wild one, refusing to be tamed. His motto—'hit it, get it, and go; no repeats' where women are concerned—guarantees a new woman in his bed nightly. His life, though, suddenly tilts on its axis when his wild days come barreling back with a major responsibility. Suddenly, Drexel 'Rex' Crews finds he has a real reason to settle down.
When a situation quickly spins out of control at work for Caroline, she reaches out to the one group she least expected to find herself dependent upon—the Hellions Motorcycle Club. Asked as a personal favor from Doll to protect her best friend, Rex can't refuse.
Protecting Caroline was supposed to be an innocent task. However, the attraction from their first meeting is a fire burning strong inside of them both. Neither can deny the pull, despite the fact that they come from different worlds.
Can Rex show Caroline the safety and security of the MC? Can Caroline tame the wild beast inside of Rex? Can their innocent ride become a journey to long lasting love?

USA Today Bestselling author Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.

I don't date bikers. It's my one cardinal rule. No rough, rugged, tattooed egotistical maniacs on two wheels. Even if they are gorgeous, brilliant, and sport the prefix Doctor. Bottom line, bikers are nothing but trouble.

T.R.O.U.B.L.E

Dr. Devlin Dane has had his sights set on my panties for months. But I've done a stellar job of fending him off. As Mercy Medical's most eligible bachelor, he has no problem in the panty dropping department. He's tall, dark, and inked all over. I get the appeal, I'm not dead. I'm not stupid either. He's a walking heartbreak waiting to happen.

But when Reese Dane comes crashing into my life - literally- the game suddenly changes.

Reese, the dark, brooding, motorcycle racing champion, knows exactly how to apply the right pressure on and off the track.

The two have an unstoppable pull like centrifugal force, and both bad boy bikers are determined to take me on a high-powered ride I'll never forget...

“I’m not overreacting! You can’t just pass me around to all your biker buddies and think it’s okay! I’m not a fucking wrist watch you can just throw into the pot!” “Kayla, do you honestly think I would’ve put you up if I knew I couldn’t win? That I would let anyone else touch what belongs to us?” Reese crowds me into a corner. “Us?” I squeak. Wait, what? “Yes. Us. Mine and Dev’s.” He enunciates the words. “You. Are. Ours.” There’s that word again. Ours. “I don’t understand.” “Baby, I think you do. I think you’ve always known where we would end up.” Reese cages me in with his arms. Dev materializes over Reese’s shoulder, and I internally hyperventilate. I don’t know who to look at first as my gaze compulsively darts between the two of them. Two, beautiful, roughneck men, who both look like they want to have me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. “How . . . how would this even work?” I crazily entertain the idea. Both their faces split with a fiendish smile. I must have asked the million-dollar question. Reese leans in closely, stopping my heart. “Let us show you,” he murmurs so seductively my knees nearly buckle. I throw a questioning eye at Dev and he nods confidently. “You both want this?” I ask with a small voice. “It isn’t about what we want anymore. It’s all about you now,” Dev voices. Holy. Fuck. “Say yes, Kayla.” Dev’s tone is soft and velvety. Irresistible. “Say yes to us.” I press my back against the wall praying for composure, but the longer they trap me, the more the pressure builds, the more my want fights to the surface, and my resolve falls away into oblivion. I find myself nodding because my ability to speak has become paralyzed. “Good girl,” Reese breathes before he throws me over his shoulder like a caveman. “Hey!” I grab onto his shirt. He swats me on the butt as he makes his way to the stairs. “Ouch!” I flail. “That’s for bouncing out on me. Never do it again. Got it?” He hits me once more for good measure. “Fuck you.” I flinch. “In due time, baby.” I lift my head as Reese climbs the stairs with Dev hot on his heels. Reality suddenly strikes. Is this really happening? “Relax.” Dev traps my chin gently. “We’re going to take care of you. And make you feel so good.” He pushes some dangling hair away from my face so I can see him. He’s incredibly calm despite the carnal look in his eyes. Once in my small room, Reese drops me on the bed. They each flank one side, making me feel like a trapped animal. I kneel in the middle of the mattress at a loss at what to do next. “Strip, baby,” Reese instructs as he unzips his leather jacket and pulls the gun from the back of his pants, placing it on my nightstand. I stay frozen in place. I know I’m supposed to move, but what’s clearly about to happen hasn’t sunk in yet. “Need some assistance?” Dev crawls up behind me and kisses my neck. A switch flips. My eyes immediately roll backward. Yes, please, touch me. Both of you, please touch me.

Author Bio

M. Never resides in New York City. When she's not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant.

She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season.

She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn't trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!

The summer before she left for college, Kari Nelson had the world in the palm of her hand. She was on her way out of her small hometown and out from under the thumbs of her controlling parents. But more importantly, she was in love for the first time.

That summer would change her life forever.

Years after returning home unexpectedly, Kari is no longer a naive and hopeful teenager. She’s a grown woman who has been married and divorced, and is now a single mother who balances running a respectable business while also raising her daughter. The daughter Marc Eaddens, the boy she'd loved all those summers ago, didn't know he had.

That boy is now a man who's returned to town to take over the family business from his ailing father. Sparks fly and tensions rise when he discovers the truth about the girl in Kari's life. Will he forgive Kari for keeping her secret – and his daughter – to herself? And can the two of them come together for their child...and themselves?

The summer day was like a scene from a movie. Under the arch of a perfect blue sky, lush meadow-like hills, sprinkled with wild flowers, dipped and sloped. Stands trees of various types and heights, thick with leaves, speared towards a sky dotted with fluffy white clouds. Tall blades of green grass swayed in the breeze at the water’s edge. The only sounds came from birds calling their mates, the gentle lapping of the water on the bank, and the occasional rustling of the leaves in the trees.

The young couple, wrapped up in each other on a faded blanket under a draping willow tree, didn’t notice any of it. They were too busy soaking up every moment they could together, because summer was coming to an end, and the real world was waiting.

“I don’t want to go.” Kari Nelson's voice held a whining edge as she rested her head against her boyfriend’s chest.

“You know you have to.” Marc Eaddens twirled Kari’s blonde ponytail, still damp from their swim, between his fingers. “Your father is set on you going, and we both know he won’t have it any other way.”

“I know.” Her frustrated sigh blew warm across his bare chest. “I’ll go, just to get away from the tension at home. But I don’t want to be away from you.” Her fingers did a mindless dance over his skin as she tilted her head back to look at him. “I’m going to miss you.”

“Yeah. I just wish our schools weren't so far away from each other. At least if they were closer, there'd be a chance to visit on weekends."

"I know. It would be nice if they were closer. But your parents insist on you going to Lindsey Wilson. Which is hell and gone from Roger Williams."

"I can't believe you'll be all the way up in Rhode Island." Her mouth came together in a small pout. "Long distance relationships suck."

“They do,” he agreed. “We can make it work. We only have to make it to the holiday break, which is what…four months or so? Then we’ll get to see each other and spend some real time together. In the meantime, we’ll write, and call when we can. The time will fly by.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He kissed her forehead. “When do you leave?”

“In a couple of days. Mom and Dad want to take a little side trip along the way – won’t that be fun - then they’re dropping me off early so I can get settled in before classes start.” She curled back into the curve of his shoulder and closed her eyes. “What about you? Still heading out tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” Kari felt his sigh in her hair and his arm tighten around her shoulders.

They laid together, neither speaking for several moments.

“Kari?” Her name came out in a single low, soft word.

“Hmm?”

“You know I love you, right?”

“I know.” A sad smile came to her lips. “And I love you, too.”

“Then we’ll be together, no matter what. We have to believe that.”

“I do. Hold me a little tighter, though. Okay? So that when we’re off in two different places, I can remember what it feels like.”

“I can do that.” He wrapped both muscular arms around her, bringing her closer. “I can hold you closer. And I can kiss you.” Rolling so his strong body angled over her petite frame, he pressed his lips to hers. “And I can make you forget, for a while, of the months to come.”

Thin shafts of light snuck through the fluttering curtain of the willow, leaving dappled patches on her sun-kissed skin. Marc lifted his head to look down at her just as a sudden breeze parted the drooping branches of the willow for a brief moment, allowing the sun to burst in, bright and full. The golden rays cast themselves upon Kari's body and, for a moment, Marc held the light in his arms. Her hair, warm as honey and drying in the slight shift of wind, gleamed. Skin, golden from a summer's worth of days, glowed. Brown eyes, an odd combination of chocolate and bronze, sparkled. Just as quick as the breeze had come up, it died down again to leave them hidden away from the world.

"Marc." A cool, slim hand met his cheek. "Why are you looking at me that way?"

"What way?"

"I'm not sure. I just know you've never looked at me that way before."

"Because it just hit me," he began as he stroked a stray lock of hair from her forehead with a single fingertip, "How beautiful you are. It took my breath away."

Even as her smile lit her face, tears began to well. Finding no words to express the enormous emotions swirling within her, she instead pulled him closer so she could press her lips to his.

The kiss was gentle, even a bit sad as the two realized this would be their goodbye. Kari's fingers alternated between light strokes and pregnant pauses along the bare muscles of Marc's back. His fingers mirrored her actions as they danced along her hair.

Those fingers did the same dance as they skimmed down Kari's jaw to her neck, where they found the strings to the bikini top she wore. As the kisses grew deeper, he toyed with the ends of the strings, twirling them between broad fingers. Kari's hands moved up to frame his face, to hold him there as their lips did a dance of their own. When the urgency of their kiss ramped up, Marc gave a pull on the strings he still held. Rather than an impatient tug, he drew them out in slow, measured movements.

The gentle, almost reverent way Marc moved was not lost on Kari. She knew he was trying to make this time, their last for a long while, memorable and special. She also knew she just plain wanted him, memorable and special be damned. In near desperate moves, on ragged shallow breaths, she made sure he knew as well.

They came together in a fever of roaming hands and hot kisses. It was a bittersweet joining, as each knew it would be the last time they would be together in such a way for a while.

What neither of them knew, as they laid together in the aftermath, was just how long it would be before they saw each other again, and what they would discover when they did.

H.C. Bentley is a veteran of the U.S. Army, as well as a part-time professional photographer. Her life is filled with books -- she is not only a writer and an avid reader, but she is also surrounded by books in her job at her local library. She is currently working on her second novel, and resides in Kentucky with her husband and two daughters.

New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis returns to Heartbreaker Bay with a fun and festive holiday novella! Order your copy for just $0.99 today!

About ONE SNOWY NIGHT:

It’s Christmas Eve and Rory Andrews is desperate to get home to the family she hasn’t seen in years. Problem is, her only ride to Lake Tahoe comes in the form of the annoyingly handsome Max Stranton, and his big, goofy, lovable dog Carl.

Hours stuck in a truck with the dead sexy Max sounds like a fate worse than death (not), but Rory’s out of options. She’s had a crush on Max since high school and she knows he’s attracted to her, too. But they have history… and Max is the only one who knows why it went south.

They’ve done a good job of ignoring their chemistry so far, but a long road trip in a massive blizzard might be just what they need to face their past… and one steamy, snowy night is all it takes to bring Max and Rory together at last.

Rory is
a young woman that lives in San Francisco. It has been YEARS since she has
been home to see her family in Nevada. She works at a grooming shop for pets
with a woman named Willa who is her boss. Willa asks another friend of hers
that works in the building, Max, to help drive Rory home for the Holidays
since they are from the same area. Watching the interaction between sets of
people is fun. Max's dog Carl is the comic relief of the bunch. You know,
that type of dog that is HUGE and thinks he's a small lap dog? You can
imagine how Carl milks things in this book. This was one fun read. I am going
to have to find more books from this author. I had fun reading this.

About Jill Shalvis:New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jill Shalvis lives in a small town in the Sierras full of quirky characters. Any resemblance to the quirky characters in her books is, um, mostly coincidental. Look for Jill’s sexy contemporary and award-winning books wherever romances are sold and click on the blog button above for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her city-girl-living-in-the-mountains adventures.